1 February 2007The English Major’s Lament

For years, all I wanted to do was be a writer. I wrote things, shared them with friends, made friends of fellow writers, and made up so many more stories in my head than I could ever have time to write down. I didn’t change from a major in interactive media to one in print journalism because I failed programming; I changed because I couldn’t stand the total lack of writing classes.

But I haven’t written a story since last spring. Ironically, the Writing Fiction class I took then pretty much killed my writing impulse. I’m still not completely sure why. And I don’t know if it will ever revive. This makes me profoundly sad.

I just want a story. Clay to craft, ink to draw with. But I’m afraid it will never come.

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Beth,
From my experience, when the muse takes a vacation it has meant either the daily demands of life or the hibernation of hope have bought the plane ticket. If you ascertain that hibernation is the culprit, I have some further thoughts…

[…] For years, all I wanted to do was be a writer. I wrote things, shared them with friends, made friends of fellow writers, and made up so many more stories in my head than I could ever have time to write down. I didn t change from a major … – more – […]

[…] For years, all I wanted to do was be a writer. I wrote things, shared them with friends, made friends of fellow writers, and made up so many more stories in my head than I could ever have time to write down. I didn t change from a major … – more – […]